1 [Flashback] Start again. [Owydelu/Invite Only] Mon Dec 16, 2013 2:46 pm
Misoka
D-rank
The late afternoon sun cast its dim rays upon the village, rather serving as a light source than to warm the people who were strolling along the streets for various reasons.
There were the shinobi, the soldiers, always on the watch, hardly ever taking a break from fighting and defending. As for the average civilians, no one of them would be bold enough to leave their houses if not absolutely necessary. It wasn’t safe outside, not in times of war. Besides that, they would only give their ally shinobi one more thing to worry about.
Misoka didn’t consider herself to belong to any of the classifications of people she had just mulled over in her mind. She might be a kunoichi, but she had no intention of joining this war and Kirigakure wasn’t her hometown. After untangling herself from her clan’s claws, all she desired to do was to keep this freedom at all costs.
She couldn’t say for sure whether the clan leader would send his subordinates after her in order to chase her down again, just like he had five years ago. Best to assume the worst and prepare herself then.
This time, however, she had an advantage over them. Her father wouldn’t act as bait anymore, luring her out of her hiding spot. No, she had made sure he was staying in Kumogakure for now, at a place where they would certainly not be able to find him.
Walking at a swift pace, Misoka approached the harbour.
She had it all planned out: Today, she would take the ferry, travel to Kumogakure, meet her father and escape together with him. Someplace far, far away from her clan. Close to the Fire Land border perhaps… although she hadn’t decided on the exact location yet.
A new life would spread out before her eyes and sooner or later she would forget about what or who used to shape her past.
It sounded almost scary in her mind. Scary and… so, so hopeful.
She had arrived in time, it seemed, judging from the last group of people entering the ferry.
The captain, a tall man in his fourties probably, tilted his head to the side in a rather curious manner when Misoka came closer.
“I would like to travel to the lightning country, please,” she explained with the hint of a smile and reached into one of the pockets of her cloak to take out the 700 ryo she had got left.
A light chuckle emerged from the captain’s mouth as he adjusted his hat. “Sorry, but I can’t let you pass, lady. A trip to the lightning country costs 1000 ryo. It’s war.”
Misoka’s eyes widened. 1000 ryo? This must be a joke.
How was she supposed to…? Watching the man already turn away, she cut the thought short and spluttered out quickly,”H-Hang on a second! I have to go! There’s someone waiting for me.”
He didn’t even throw a glance at her. “Everyone has people waiting for them. Or they just want to go to a safer place.”
A strange, fleeting feeling, almost resembling panic, welled up within her when Misoka reached out and grabbed the man’s sleeve. At last, he halted and turned to her. His face reflected partly annoyance, partly curiousity.
But Misoka had to change his mind somehow. She couldn’t stay here.
“I don’t have a place to spend the night in Kirigakure!” An idea crossed her mind. “I… I could help out aboard your ship! Clean the hull or…”
The captain’s laughter drowned her next words. He shook his head, his lips curved into an amused smirk. “No, thank you. A girl would only distract my sailors from work.”
She remained silent for a moment, trying to come up with anything else which might be convincing enough.
In a swift movement, the man freed himself from her grip. “Come back when you have the money.”
A short pause followed in which he was sizing her up blatantly, to an extent that she couldn’t help but feel a spark of indignation.
“How about you start working at Johnny’s? That is, if the old fool didn’t close his club,” the captain went on. The same smirk from before scurried across his lips. “I believe he would love to hire you as a stripper.”
Enough was enough. A deep frown formed on her features as boiling anger coursed through her veins. There were a handful of things which could make her snap and completely forget about her manners – sexist derision being one of them.
In a half-hearted attempt at calming herself down, Misoka breathed in and exhaled the frosty air slowly. Why take it too seriously? This world was inhabited by a lot of idiots. No point in getting worked up over a single one.
It helped somewhat, at least in the sense that she managed to unclench her fists, but nothing could prevent her from lashing out verbally.
“People like you make me sick,” she hissed before spinning around on her heel to walk away, her long light tresses flowing behind her.
Moron. I should have just shoved the money down your throat. I hope you’ll fall off your own ship, bastard.
As usual, the thoughts racing in her mind were dripping with the purest and darkest sarcasm she could muster up. Sometimes she felt more than glad that nobody had the ability to read them.
The captain seemed to murmur a few words in response, but she neither listened nor cared any longer.
More importantly, Misoka needed to ponder on where to stay the night, now that her whole plan had been messed up by that … ah, why wasting a thought on him.
After a few steps, she stopped and turned around, just in time to see the ferry take off.
Her anger was subsiding gradually. She wrapped the cloak around her body tightly.
Watching. Trying to swallow down the disappointment.
There goes my new life, she thought. And then, This is going to be a long night for me.
There were the shinobi, the soldiers, always on the watch, hardly ever taking a break from fighting and defending. As for the average civilians, no one of them would be bold enough to leave their houses if not absolutely necessary. It wasn’t safe outside, not in times of war. Besides that, they would only give their ally shinobi one more thing to worry about.
Misoka didn’t consider herself to belong to any of the classifications of people she had just mulled over in her mind. She might be a kunoichi, but she had no intention of joining this war and Kirigakure wasn’t her hometown. After untangling herself from her clan’s claws, all she desired to do was to keep this freedom at all costs.
She couldn’t say for sure whether the clan leader would send his subordinates after her in order to chase her down again, just like he had five years ago. Best to assume the worst and prepare herself then.
This time, however, she had an advantage over them. Her father wouldn’t act as bait anymore, luring her out of her hiding spot. No, she had made sure he was staying in Kumogakure for now, at a place where they would certainly not be able to find him.
Walking at a swift pace, Misoka approached the harbour.
She had it all planned out: Today, she would take the ferry, travel to Kumogakure, meet her father and escape together with him. Someplace far, far away from her clan. Close to the Fire Land border perhaps… although she hadn’t decided on the exact location yet.
A new life would spread out before her eyes and sooner or later she would forget about what or who used to shape her past.
It sounded almost scary in her mind. Scary and… so, so hopeful.
She had arrived in time, it seemed, judging from the last group of people entering the ferry.
The captain, a tall man in his fourties probably, tilted his head to the side in a rather curious manner when Misoka came closer.
“I would like to travel to the lightning country, please,” she explained with the hint of a smile and reached into one of the pockets of her cloak to take out the 700 ryo she had got left.
A light chuckle emerged from the captain’s mouth as he adjusted his hat. “Sorry, but I can’t let you pass, lady. A trip to the lightning country costs 1000 ryo. It’s war.”
Misoka’s eyes widened. 1000 ryo? This must be a joke.
How was she supposed to…? Watching the man already turn away, she cut the thought short and spluttered out quickly,”H-Hang on a second! I have to go! There’s someone waiting for me.”
He didn’t even throw a glance at her. “Everyone has people waiting for them. Or they just want to go to a safer place.”
A strange, fleeting feeling, almost resembling panic, welled up within her when Misoka reached out and grabbed the man’s sleeve. At last, he halted and turned to her. His face reflected partly annoyance, partly curiousity.
But Misoka had to change his mind somehow. She couldn’t stay here.
“I don’t have a place to spend the night in Kirigakure!” An idea crossed her mind. “I… I could help out aboard your ship! Clean the hull or…”
The captain’s laughter drowned her next words. He shook his head, his lips curved into an amused smirk. “No, thank you. A girl would only distract my sailors from work.”
She remained silent for a moment, trying to come up with anything else which might be convincing enough.
In a swift movement, the man freed himself from her grip. “Come back when you have the money.”
A short pause followed in which he was sizing her up blatantly, to an extent that she couldn’t help but feel a spark of indignation.
“How about you start working at Johnny’s? That is, if the old fool didn’t close his club,” the captain went on. The same smirk from before scurried across his lips. “I believe he would love to hire you as a stripper.”
Enough was enough. A deep frown formed on her features as boiling anger coursed through her veins. There were a handful of things which could make her snap and completely forget about her manners – sexist derision being one of them.
In a half-hearted attempt at calming herself down, Misoka breathed in and exhaled the frosty air slowly. Why take it too seriously? This world was inhabited by a lot of idiots. No point in getting worked up over a single one.
It helped somewhat, at least in the sense that she managed to unclench her fists, but nothing could prevent her from lashing out verbally.
“People like you make me sick,” she hissed before spinning around on her heel to walk away, her long light tresses flowing behind her.
Moron. I should have just shoved the money down your throat. I hope you’ll fall off your own ship, bastard.
As usual, the thoughts racing in her mind were dripping with the purest and darkest sarcasm she could muster up. Sometimes she felt more than glad that nobody had the ability to read them.
The captain seemed to murmur a few words in response, but she neither listened nor cared any longer.
More importantly, Misoka needed to ponder on where to stay the night, now that her whole plan had been messed up by that … ah, why wasting a thought on him.
After a few steps, she stopped and turned around, just in time to see the ferry take off.
Her anger was subsiding gradually. She wrapped the cloak around her body tightly.
Watching. Trying to swallow down the disappointment.
There goes my new life, she thought. And then, This is going to be a long night for me.
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